'What do you want?' she asked.
'From you, little malenti? Only your assistance. I find myself invulnerable to the charms you possess. Unlike Bloody Falkane, I find myself in no need of a spy within my ranks.'
'I don't think his interest was purely for those reasons. He has loathsome habits.'
'His reasons, whatever they are, I can guarantee you are anything but pure. So beware his charms, little malenti, because I'm told they're quite considerable.'
Angry and embarrassed, Laaqueel turned away.
'Now I've offended you.'
'No.'
'You can't hide your true feelings from me. You should know that by now.' Iakhovas spoke a word.
Instantly, the ship disappeared beneath them and Laaqueel dropped into the ocean. The water closed over her, taking her down and holding her close, the truest and only companion she'd ever known.
Across from her, Iakhovas caught the ship-in-the-bottle again and swam down. 'Let's go check on my navy, little malenti. I've got an invasion to get underway.'
XXI
19 Kyttora, the Year of the Gauntlet
'Something I can help you with, boy?'
Jherek bridled at the man's tone but calmed himself quickly. Emotion wasn't going to get him any closer to his objective. 'I'm looking for someone.'
The bartender set down a mostly clean glass and picked up another one, treating it to a quick bath in the dirty water in front of him, then drying it with the threadbare towel over his shoulder. He was broad and thick, with muscle that had marbled to fat over the years. A long gray fringe surrounded his gleaming pate, and an axe blade scar dented his forehead.
Behind him on the wall were rows of bottles containing different colored liquids. Two tapped ale kegs lay on their sides on rolling carts, and gruesomely displayed above them were seven koalinth heads. They'd been poorly mounted, and the piggish faces and floppy ears of the marine hobgoblins wrinkled and stretched hideously. The light green skin flaked off in several patches.
'This someone's got to have a name before I can help you,' the bartender said. 'That's how it usually works best.'
Jherek flushed with embarrassment. Subterfuge was something new to him and he wasn't very good at it. He guessed he'd about strained his limit while keeping his identity secret from Glawinn and Sabyna.
'He calls himself Vurgrom,' the young sailor said. 'Vurgrom the Mighty.'
The bartender looked at Jherek thoughtfully. He picked up a wooden splinter from the counter and worked it between his teeth for a moment. He never blinked.
Jherek met the man's level gaze, knowing he and his companions were in danger.
The Bent Mermaid had the reputation of being one of the worst taverns in Westgate-both in provender and clientele. It stood three stories tall and looked out over the neck of the Lake of Dragons. Docks stabbed long fingers out into the sea and ships from a dozen and more countries occupied the slips and stood at anchor out in the harbor.
'What business do you have with Vurgrom?' the bartender asked.
'Personal,' Jherek said.
The bartender looked over the young sailor's shoulder. 'Him too?'
Without glancing back, Jherek knew the man was talking about Glawinn. The knight stood out in the dark den of the tavern. When he'd first entered, sailors standing close to the paladin had drawn back and found other tables and places to stand.
'Aye,' Jherek answered.
The bartender shook his head. 'Don't know no Vurgrom.'
Jherek looked the man in the face, hard, knowing it was a lie. 'We were told he'd be here.'
'By who?'
Jherek ignored the question. The old sailor who'd given them the information had no love for the pirate leader. 'We were told Vurgrom arrived here three days ago.'
According to the old sailor, the pirate captain had taken a ship in from the River Tun, sailing in from the Storm Horn Mountains while Jherek and his companions had been forced to cross the distance overland.
'Somebody told you wrong,' the bartender said.
Anger flared through Jherek. The journey had been hard and made even harder by the tension that seemed to exist between Sabyna and him. Glawinn had noticed it, the young sailor had been sure, but had refrained from making comment.
The only times he'd really felt relaxed during the journey had been when he and the knight had practiced swordcraft. The young sailor had gotten sore from the daily exertion at first, but had quickly come up to speed, surprising the knight with his skill. Still, there were skills and tricks that Glawinn had taught him and continued to teach him.
'Malorrie.'
Jherek heard Sabyna's voice at his side, then felt her touch upon his arm. 'Aye, lady,' he said, turning to her because he didn't want to be disrespectful.
'Leave it.'
The young sailor thought briefly of arguing. Returning the pearl disk was his task to accomplish, and no matter how she felt about helping him because of what he'd done for her, she obviously didn't feel as strongly about it as he did. He knew the pirate was inside the tavern.
'Please,' the ship's mage said in a soft voice. Her copper-colored eyes held his.
Jherek let out a deep breath. 'Aye. I'm done here, anyway.'
'You going to be drinking anything?' the bartender asked.
'Not if I wiped those glasses myself,' Jherek told him, venting a little of the hostility he felt.
'Then you need to clear out of my tavern,' the man told him. 'I got a rule about people coming in to take up tables and not spending any coin.'
'Do you have any rules about the clientele you serve?' Jherek asked. 'I definitely see no scruples.' He was aware that his words drew the attention of a dozen men around the front of the bar.
The sailors shifted in their chairs, taking offense. Jherek didn't feel badly because he knew no honest sailor would patronize the Bent Mermaid, but he was afraid for a moment he'd overstepped his bounds and endangered Sabyna recklessly.
Glawinn strode forward and glared harshly at the men. The paladin carried his shiny helm in the crook of his arm, but his hand rested casually on the hilt of bis broadsword. 'I'd not,' he said in a low, steady voice.
For a moment, the group of sailors held his gaze, then they turned away and hunkered back over their drinks.
'I only got one rule,' the bartender said, deliberately looking Jherek from head to toe, making the young sailor aware of his shoddy appearance. 'I don't serve vagrants.'
The men who'd backed down from Glawinn laughed contemptuously, slapping the table. Jherek's face flamed in embarrassment. Glawinn had offered clothing, but none of the knight's fit the young sailor's bigger frame. Jherek wished he had something clever to say, a cutting remark that heroes in the romances always seemed to have at the tips of their tongues, but he didn't.
Sabyna tugged on his arm and he went, suddenly aware how she looked leading him away. Gently, he tried to disengage himself but she kept her grip fast. Glawinn covered their backs as she led them from the tavern. She didn't stop until they were half a block away, standing at one of the railings overlooking the docks and cattle yards below.
'The man back there was lying,' Jherek said.
'Aye,' Sabyna answered. The wind blew her jaw-length copper tresses around her face. She had her arms
